The first day I was in labor with Noah, there were hot air balloons outside my window. For most of the day, they hung there, perfectly framed. Three of them.
We watched them while we waited. The next summer I saw hot air balloons again. It was a year from the day that Noah was conceived. The next day, I found out I was pregnant again, with Sam.
The hot air balloons truely felt like a sign from Noah.
I have fallen in love withhot air balloons. Sam’s room is decorated in hot air balloons. His birthday party was hot air balloons and rainbows, and there is even a hot air balloon cloth diaper named after Noah.